Title: Now
Author: Elandae (j_3101@yahoo.ca)
Pairing: LijBean
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, I’m just amusing my sad lil self here.
Author’s Notes: This is a belated birthday fic for my lovely Misty! *mwah* (Next time, I owe you outright porn, I know! *g*)
Sean had beautiful hands, strong. Elijah liked his wrists too, liked how they felt in his grasp, solid heated flesh that flexed beneath his fingertips. He watched carefully as he pulled the black material tight around Sean’s wrists, liking how he flinched just the slightest bit even though Elijah knew that it wasn’t too tight. He traced one finger down Sean’s arm, following the faint blue line of a vein to his elbow. The rest of his fingers joined in then, tracing smoothly over the muscles in Sean’s arm and down his side. He liked how Sean shivered then, just the slightest movement of his body beneath Elijah’s hands. Just the slightest dipping of his eyelids before he swallowed hard.
Elijah leaned forward then, the tip of his tongue finding the smoothness of the skin on Sean’s inner wrist. His fingertips would be calloused and rough, just enough that when they traced over Elijah’s body they would catch; make the journey slow enough to be torturous. But the skin here was perfect, smooth and warm, with just the barest flutter beneath his lips if he pressed them to just the right spot. His mouth moved slowly along the path his fingers had made, pausing to push his tongue further out just where Sean’s arm bent, bare hints of salt on his tongue, feeling the way softness yielded beneath him.
Elijah pulled back for only a moment, drew in one slow deep breath, so close to Sean that he could still smell his skin. The breath did nothing to slow his pulse, and when those green eyes locked onto his, the room seemed to spin. When Sean’s tongue skimmed over his bottom lip just the slightest bit, the room disappeared altogether. Elijah almost leant forward then, captured that mouth with his own. Almost allowed himself to get lost in Sean, but he caught himself at the last moment, shaking his head vaguely at Sean.
“Not yet.”
Elijah leant forward as he spoke, until the words flowed from his lips and brushed against the place where Sean’s neck and shoulder joined, creating a perfect sliding line that tasted like heaven under Elijah’s tongue. His mouth slid up, pausing where he could feel Sean’s pulse, this time stronger, more enticing. He scraped his teeth lightly across that spot; the tough so soft at first that Sean couldn’t tell when Elijah’s tongue left off and his teeth took over.
“I love the way you taste,” Elijah breathed, this time as the tip of his tongue traced the shell of Sean’s ear. He smiled at the way Sean’s breath caught at his words, his control slipping for a moment as he leaned into Elijah, eyes sliding shut.
And then Elijah leaned in, his lips sliding over Sean’s in the briefest of touches, a slow build-up. Sean arched up into him, eyes wide now, drawing Elijah in, until he could feel the warm puff of Sean’s breath across his skin, breathe in the air that Sean was breathing.
“Now.”
Sean’s voice was so soft that Elijah didn’t even hear the single word, but he could see the message in Sean’s eyes so clearly. Now. Elijah loved the look of the word, reflected in shadowed green eyes, loved the need.
“Now,” he agreed, leaning forward. His lips met Sean’s, an effortless blending, the contact making his stomach do a slow somersault, his blood pound in his ears. His hand came up to curve against Sean’s neck, his fingers twining through blondebrown hair, just the right length. His body relaxed into Sean’s chest as mouths consumed, feeling the rise and fall as he breathed, their bodies fitting together just right.
End.